The hollowdays are here.

I miss you like the
sunshine misses
open arms, like the
grey misses a storm
to fall into, like the
churches miss the
trembling, obese
organ pipes.

I miss you like a
lung fresh out of
water, yet still
somehow smoldering.

I miss you like the
comfort you never
engraved on my
skull,

and that...

is all.